Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.